Excitement Beneath the Shame
A week after the coffee incident. The production presentation venue.
The production presentation for Yeoyo War, a colossal blockbuster drama, was boiling over with feverish heat.
The hall was packed with reporters, camera flashes exploding nonstop and bathing the stage in blinding white light.
The massive LED screen looped the drama’s majestic sets, battle scene teasers, and dazzling CG footage. The overwhelming scale made the 550 billion won budget feel undeniably real.
On stage sat Han Seok-jung, Lee Byung-gyu, Jo Min-seong, Choi Min-ho, Joo Ji-heon, and others—a luxurious cast whose names alone carried serious weight.
They were all top stars capable of headlining films or dramas on their own.
In the middle of them, Yoon Eun-jung sat with a pure yet confident posture.
She wore neat black suit pants paired with a soft pastel-toned shirt, perfectly reviving the image of an intellectual, sophisticated career woman—completely different from how she had looked in Min’s office last time.
Under the lights, her skin glowed porcelain-white. Her softly flowing hair and eyes of unfathomable depth drew every gaze in the venue.
On the surface, she was the very picture of a professional actress. But inside, the secret, intimate moments she shared with Namgoong Min had made her far more sensitive and deeply changed than before.
Every time the stage lights illuminated her face, memories from his office flashed through her mind, heating her chest with a rush of warmth.
The Q&A session continued.
Questions flowed about the drama’s production intent, the actors’ on-screen chemistry and expectations, and their thoughts on appearing in a large-scale, authentic historical drama.
Reporters’ microphones turned toward Eun-jung several times, but astonishingly, not a single one mentioned the “scandal with CEO Namgoong Min.”
Eun-jung felt a strong sense of doubt inside.
‘This is such a big event… Normally they’d throw in at least one provocative question just to squeeze out another article. Why isn’t anyone asking?’
Her eyes scanned every corner of the hall.
The reporters’ expressions were as passionate as ever, yet that passion wasn’t directed toward the scandal at all.
She instinctively understood.
‘The CEO… must have stepped in.’
He had surely issued a warning to the press before the presentation. And they, in turn, had refrained from flipping over the celebratory table of a production launch with scandal-baiting questions.
Though these days, journalists and outlets with that kind of decency were becoming increasingly rare.
Eun-jung felt both relief and a pang of disappointment.
It was because Namgoong Min had not attended today’s production presentation.
As the agency CEO, he wasn’t strictly obligated to appear, but with an event of this magnitude, the story changed.
She had expected him to show up in person at a venue drawing such intense industry and public attention, yet in the end, he never came.
Perhaps he didn’t want to be seen together with the central figure of the scandal?
If even a two-shot of her and Min were captured, the press might let it slide on-site but would surely unleash a storm of articles later.
Thinking that far, Eun-jung could only understand his absence.
She couldn’t help feeling a little hurt, though.
‘On such a proud moment… how wonderful it would have been if the CEO were standing beside me.’
Amid the barrage of flashing cameras, the empty space he left in her heart felt painfully large.
On a quiet hill wrapped in lush green forest on the outskirts of Ilsan, Gyeonggi Province, stood Namgoong Min’s home.
It was far from the flashy, imposing mansions favored by chaebol families.
The two-story country house featured an overall minimalist and refined design, with a spacious lawn garden and wooden deck that blended harmoniously.
It was slightly more luxurious and spacious than an ordinary home, yet it clearly reflected his preference for privacy over ostentation.
Its location was set apart from the surrounding residential complex.
Despite the house’s modest scale, the surrounding wall stood as tall and imposing as those of any major conglomerate estate.
A parking entrance had been built into one side of the high, thick wall, with a direct passageway from the lot into the house.
Countless security cameras installed along the wall and throughout the property showed meticulous attention to safety everywhere.
In contrast, the distant, faintly visible flow of the Han River created a scene of perfect peace.
Namgoong Min had risen at dawn as usual, finished a light run along the forest path around his estate, cooled down with a shower, and changed into a crisp white shirt and classic navy suit.
As he stood before the mirror tying his tie, his sharp, tall, and handsome reflection stared back.
He took a sip of coffee while checking today’s schedule on his tablet.
It was a calm and leisurely morning, just like any other.
Of course he knew about the Yeoyo War production presentation schedule.
But he had deliberately chosen not to attend.
‘The moment I show up, it won’t calm the scandal down—it’ll only make it bigger.’
To protect Eun-jung, he had chosen to hide his presence.
In truth, it suited his personality as well.
‘Besides, even if I went, there wouldn’t be much for me to do.’
Though he wasn’t unaware of the significance of appearing at public events, Min’s thoughts remained comfortably pragmatic.
He took one last look in the mirror—neat appearance, calm eyes.
He quietly left the house and headed for the Four Square building.
His day began once again in that familiar rhythm.
The dorm of the girl group Blossoms. Past 11 p.m.
The members were resting or preparing for sleep in their individual rooms, leaving only a faint light glowing in the hallway.
Min Seo-eun lay in her bed, blanket pulled up to her chin, smartphone in hand.
It was rare for a first-year debut group to have private rooms for each member. It was something that let her feel both the company’s financial power and the CEO’s consideration at once.
A faint jasmine scent wafted from her body after her shower.
She wore the slightly worn white T-shirt she’d had since her trainee days and tight dolphin shorts.
Though the shirt was oversized, it did little to hide the generous curves of her chest.
Her eyes sparkled as she stared at her phone.
Porcelain skin with a faint blush, a straight nose, and vividly defined lips as if drawn by a brush.
Seo-eun possessed the classic beauty of striking features, yet the slight droop of her eyebrows and the timid quality in her expression combined to create a unique aura—both pure and sensually captivating.
Add to that her slender figure, long legs, and F-cup breasts.
Among fans she was called Blossoms’ hidden gem, visual ace, and pure glamour. Despite the group’s overall low popularity, she had gathered a solid base of dedicated supporters.
The accumulated fatigue from comeback preparations weighed heavily on her body, but sleep refused to come easily.
As usual, she was browsing the group’s official fan cafe and various bulletin boards.
She had hoped to find comfort in the fans’ supportive messages.
Then a post from a site she rarely visited caught her eye.
Title: [Direct Cam/Photos] Seo-eun Was Seriously Pretty at the Mini Fan Meeting That Day ㅠㅠ
Seo-eun smiled lightly and clicked.
It was from a mini fan meeting held a few months ago at an outdoor plaza near a broadcasting station.
There she was, smiling brightly under the sunlight in a white crop top.
Her delicate figure and pure smile stood out—exactly the kind of photo fans loved.
But as she scrolled, her hand suddenly stopped.
Someone had uploaded a zoomed-in shot focusing only on her chest.
Beneath the thin crop top, the clear outline of her nipples stood out prominently, and the sunlight faintly revealed the soft pink of her areolas.
The photo had been blatantly enlarged, and beneath it poured a flood of comments.
Seo-eun’s face flushed burning hot in an instant. It felt like her breath had been cut off.
‘What the hell is this photo… Why are the comments like this?’
The comments that followed were just as outrageous.
Blatant comments like “she must’ve been turned on” and “I wanna suck on them” drilled into her mind.
Overwhelming shame wrapped around her entire body. At the same time, a voice inside her screamed.
It had been outdoors, the wind was cold, and she had been nervous—that was all.
But the sharp outline of her nipples and the faint pink areola in the enlarged photo made any excuse sound hollow.
She hurriedly turned off her phone and buried her face in her pillow.
Her heart pounded wildly. Her breathing grew ragged, her cheeks burned.
Yet within that shame, a very small… strange excitement began to seep in.
The fact that her most private parts had been exposed to the public, becoming the object of countless unfamiliar eyes and desires. That thought made her head spin even more.
‘I… to so many people…’
Seo-eun pulled the blanket tighter and curled into a ball.
Her face against the pillow felt feverishly hot.
She tried to steady her breathing, but her mind remained flooded with those photos and comments.
After hesitating for a moment, she turned the screen back on.
Her fingertips trembled slightly.
Related posts poured in below the first one.
One of them caught her eye.
《Seo-eun Exposure Collection (Legendary)》
Just the title made her heart sink.
‘Exposure collection?’
When she opened the post, dozens of photos filled the page.
Images of her from various stages, broadcasts, and fan meetings.
‘There’s… this many? You’re saying I’ve been walking around exposing myself like this?’
As she scrolled through each one, Seo-eun’s face grew hotter and hotter.
Some were low-resolution or taken at awkward angles, barely qualifying as “exposure,” but others left her breathless.
A shot of her bowing to fans during a stage greeting—the loose neckline of her T-shirt had slipped, revealing her bra and upper breasts.
Short stage shorts that clung tightly, the thin material clearly outlining the soft, curved shape of her mound and creating the so-called “camel toe.”
A moment turning to wave at fans—her thin white blouse made the pink bra underneath and its shoulder straps clearly visible.
The blouse stuck to her body, revealing the lines of her back and the exact shape of her bra.
The instant she raised her arms during choreography—her white bra was unmistakably exposed through the short sleeves.
That fleeting moment had apparently become an eternal “legend” for someone.
Seo-eun felt a shame so intense it seemed to freeze her body.
The speed at which her finger scrolled the screen gradually slowed.
The realization that throughout all her stage and broadcast activities, she had been the object of such blatant observation by countless men left her gasping.
‘Whenever they looked at me… were they not looking at my face, but at things like this?’
She was struck hard by the reality that her image as a pure, innocent idol was being consumed as material for countless sexual fantasies and voyeuristic gazes.
The shame had already transformed into extreme embarrassment.
Her chest felt tight. Her breathing grew shallow.
With trembling hands, she closed the post window.
But her mind was still filled with those images.
The outline of her nipples, the see-through bra, the curve of her mound.
The fact that her most intimate parts were stimulating the desires of so many people left her dizzy.
Seo-eun pulled the blanket even tighter and curled up smaller.
The room was silent, but her heart was in chaos, roaring with uncontrollable shame and confusion.
Yet she had not yet realized it.
That the violently pounding heart was not driven by shame alone, but accompanied by a strange, subtle excitement.
